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As an overnight guest at WB’s house, I was privileged to view to her nightwear: a white, belted, plastic raincoat. I was not convinced that this was the most comfortable garment to wear in bed – certainly not for the … Continue reading →

I travelled to my new school in the passenger seat of my father’s acid green Ford Cortina estate car, squashed up to my best friend ECM (the only one of us wearing a seat-belt). On my lap I cradled a … Continue reading →

We pushed the door open and behind it found a set of steep steps. Below us was a vast rural landscape of hills and lochs, and a river delta that ended at a massive white sandy beach. In his excitement, … Continue reading →

The new system for recycling household waste was very dangerous. You had to carry the unwanted items to an old-fashioned steel dustbin, then climb onto an underwater conveyor belt. This took you to the seabed where you could make your … Continue reading →

On the last day of our holiday we chose not to ski, but instead wandered around the resort and the technical college. There we bumped into other friends from home, including HW with a group of girlfriends; and S, N, … Continue reading →

It was as if we were in the middle of a script of a Richard Curtis film, where all the female characters were in love with the same man. I belted one of the other girls with my handbag when … Continue reading →

I was dreading the journey: a transatlantic flight in economy. As soon as the fasten seat belt sign went out I made my move for the on-board lavatory, as did many of my fellow passengers. Rather than wait in a … Continue reading →